"Damn it, damn it!"
Seeing so many of his companions die, Kou Gao, leader of the Wind-Chasing Thieves, could take no more. His face twisted with rage as he glared at Xia Ping. "I really was blind to have brought a plague god like you here!"
"But you killed so many of my men. You have to die! You have to die!"
King-level Martial Skill: Ghost Wind Blade Technique!
With a roar, Kou Gao drew his broadsword and swung it at Xia Ping. The true essence of a fourth-stage Martial Master burst from him, shaking the entire stronghold.
He swung his blade, and his body seemed to become the eye of a tornado. Countless currents of air came under his control, converging at the tip of his sword.
In an instant, the currents condensed into countless tiny blades of wind, each Unbreakable. Faint wails of evil spirits echoed through the air.
Those nearby could even see strands of black energy surging from Kou Gao. It was sinister, terrifying, and venomous. If an ordinary person came into contact with it, even their mental strength would be tainted.
The wind blades sliced into the ground, shattering it at once. Cracks spread everywhere like a dense spiderweb as stones flew in all directions with sharp snaps.
A cold glint flashed in Xia Ping's eyes. He stepped forward and thrust out a palm!
Immovable Tathagata Palm!
This palm was countless times more powerful than when he had been in the Martial Artist Realm. His true essence condensed into a massive golden hand, solid and heavy, as if it had been cast from gold.
The lines on the golden palm were now crystal clear. Each one contained a trace of a Buddha's power, and the palm radiated waves of Buddhist chanting.
Dark red flames ringed